Battle Hymn of the Republic

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord,He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword,His truth is marching on.

I have seen Him in the watch fires of a hundred circling camps;They have builded Him an alter in the evening dews and damps;I can read his righteous message by their dim and flaring lamps;His day is marching on.

He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat;Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him, be jubilant, my feet!Our God is marching on.